I’m home for the weekend. I knew I wouldn’t make it the whole two weeks uninterrupted. S. stayed in Denver to visit with a family she knows. Now that I’m home, I feel like I exhaled after holding my breath for too long. I like the energy in Denver, but I don’t know how to relax there (yet). I had fun this morning on our nature walk. I asked them to notice any patterns. The kids found some incredible examples. Then we discussed beauty.
They’re going to think about it more over the weekend. It’s fascinating to hear a child attempt to articulate complex ideas with a limited vocabulary. I’m so familiar with that excitement mixed with frustration, and can’t help but stand on my tippy toes to try and meet them halfway. I think they sense I want to understand them, and it encourages them to keep working at it. We finished our day early by playing with our lunch. I ordered a fruit and veggie platter, and we made patterns on our plates with cherry tomatoes and grapes, etc.
I forgot how spending time with kids reminds me why I love people in general. Children are unshielded by default. I think they can sense it about me, too. I might have a touch of fascination overload, (and I love it.) I talked to my doctor on the phone this afternoon. We decided four hours of cardio per day is too much, and why. Instead, one hour of cardio, and three hours of using different coping skills, (music, art, puzzles, etc.) In other words, variety. She was funny about it. She asked if I’m training for a marathon. Then she spelled out the correlation between body chemistry and exercise, and how too much of anything isn’t a good thing.
I’m glad as I was having a hard time getting in three hours in Denver. The book I was reading all this week: The Long Walk by Stephen King (under a pseudonym) is a hell of a story when your legs and feet are tired and sore. I finished it last night and enjoyed it. I predict his books will be studied in the future. Same with John Irving and J. K. Rowling. And Brandon Sanderson and Patrick Rothfuss, (stopping short of my full list.) I don’t know if people fully grasp what they’re doing. I don’t think so. I just know it won’t go unnoticed forever. In the meantime, I appreciate the shit out of their work.
I’m reading Hearts in Atlantis by King next. I haven’t seen the movie yet. (I’m still on the first season of Glee.) I’ll catch up when it snows. Better Things starts soon. Yay. My cat has decided I’m done typing, so I’m off to play with her.